“There are different wells within your heart.Some fill with each good rain,Others are far too deep for that.In one wellYou have just a few precious cups of water,That "love" is literally something of yourself,It can grow as slow as a diamondIf it is lost.Your loveShould never be offered to the mouth of aStranger,Only to someoneWho has the valor and daringTo cut pieces of their soul off with a knifeThen weave them into a blanketTo protect you.There are different wells within us.Some fill with each good rain,Others are far, far too deepFor that.”